Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"Yes, that's a blessing indeed," William paused, as he sat on the ground, prepared to train and rest, "between, are you alright? Your voice is getting weaker."

"Don't mind me, just focus on doing what you need," the golden spirit seemed pretty annoyed about what it was doing, and yet it never thought about stopping, "if we fail here, both of us will struggle for the rest of our lives! No time to rest, no time to play it safe. We need to keep taking risks one after another."

"Got it," William couldn't get much of the reasons and logic behind the golden spirit actions, but he was sure the golden spirit meant well here. If they lost the black fox lair, William would lose his spirit and would suffer from it.

And that also meant the golden spirit would also suffer at the same time. Yet it felt like the golden spirit knew extra, and it was true. It felt to William that the risks of losing one's spirit were too much different and severe than what he initially had in mind.

Yet that wasn't the main problem now, that ox was. The ox kept flashing all the time, making it literally impossible to target and lock it down again.

It kept moving fast, but as the golden spirit said, it couldn't attack while moving like this. It was untouchable, but it was also harmless.

"Come on, stop and let us hit you," William kept resting, feeling much better after doing this for three times in a row. He needed to attack just once, then he'd rest and recuperate. He felt greatly refreshed, and all the exhaustion he suffered from before vanished right now.

So he started to simply stand still, and watched the screen, "for how long it will keep flashing like that?" after one hour, the ox didn't stop even for once. It looked as if it was a shark in the ocean, moving constantly and without a single moment of pause or slowing down.

"He can go on for hours if he needed to," the golden spirit paused, "but I feel he'll act the moment you need to make a new formation. In that minute or two, he'll try and attack this place with everything he got."

"We can build another formation then during the ten-minute wait…"

"No, it won't work, can't you see? I'm struggling to keep up with one formation running! Building another will negatively ruin everything!"

William couldn't argue with that. It was clear that this golden spirit was really struggling to keep up with the formation running and releasing the attacks outside.

He didn't know all the specifics, but it seemed like the imaginary materials he placed needed the golden spirit's constant attention, or else they'd lose their unexplained existence, and everything would be lost.

As the golden spirit said, William had no other choice but simply accept that. He stood on the side, watching everything happening through that screen, while the guess of the golden spirit looked more legit to him.

That ox kept flashing, yet it kept itself close to the shield protecting this place. It was evident that the ox would try to barge its way in here, find and deal with them before anything else.

Yet what he was curious about though was the effect of his formation and attacks. He imagined the spirits would get hit badly from this, yet when the ox came out, it was apparent it was totally fine.

There wasn't even a single scratch over its body, so William started to believe what they were doing here wasn't to kill these spirits, but to delay them. It was clear that the strategy from the start was to defend and buy themselves time, until reinforcements would come.

"It's betting everything over these reinforcements," William couldn't help but take a long look at the golden particles swirling a few tens of metres away from him, "such a plan isn't practical, doesn't even have a guarantee for reinforcements to be really coming."

"They'll come," the golden spirit looked as if it was gritting on its teeth, "I'm confident they are on the run here as we speak."

"I hope so," William didn't really buy any of this. To him, the golden spirit was acting a bit desperate, "isn't there any way to harm them? Not killing them, but at least forcing them to retreat a little bit…"

"I get what you want to say, but it's already remarkable that we can stop them using your useless and shitty technique and human powers."

William looked at the golden particles and didn't know how to respond to that. He was sure the golden spirit was doing anything in its power to make such a battle winnable. And yet such remarks were quite harsh.

If not for him, the golden spirit wouldn't have a way to stop these spirits at all. Yet William decided to close an eye towards such insults, and focus more on resting.

After the second hour, he was ready for his formation to die down. The materials he used back on his world would last at most for three hours. Yet he didn't know for how long such materials crafted by the golden spirit would last.

"Any time soon," as he expected, the golden spirit seemed to push itself beyond limit, and sustained for two more hours than normal, "I can't sustain this anymore. The formation will stop, and you'll need to release attacks whenever that happens."

"You need to rest," William looked at the golden particles. Aside from the very weak voice coming from that spirit, the shining golden particles started to dim, a sign that this spirit was going over its limits already.

"I know, but I can't… At least won't take longer than half an hour to do that," the golden spirit paused, "not to mention without my help, your attacks won't link with whatever that black fox left here."

"Won't even speak, even in such a state," William sighed, shaking his head as if he got disappointed with that, "anyway, let's do this, we have no other choice, right?"